inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Consumption
Primal joy Dig me up, Loose me from myself. ***** Assembly line of hope, Build us anew. Hands-on, LOVE constructs us.
RL StevensonPublished about a month ago in PoetsCOMPULSIVE LIARS
Be aware compulsive liars Spreading words like handing fliers Acting victims when they’re not Lying like they think they hot
Haychie_ArtistPublished about a month ago in PoetsBloom As You Will
Everyone has the right to bloom like the rest, It isn't like a mental game made to be a test. We all have things that we love and make us who we are,
Toby HewardPublished about a month ago in PoetsBroken Reality
Seeking clarity outside reality Lurking in the silence of neutrality Questions peeking in subconscious thought Blocking outer world views taught
Ask a Lot
I know what it is to run and not grow weary, to walk and not grow faint. It’s to be underwater, and to still have the ability to breathe. It’s when your body is screaming release, but your heart is steady as ever. Its when instead of surfacing for the comfort of air, you push harder into the depths. When you search for those who know not what it is to breathe in the deep. It’s the moment you find them and give them every bit of air you have because you know the moment you hope once more yours will be refilled. And they don’t know how to do that. But you do, so you keep hoping, you keep breathing, and you keep holding on to their existence. It’s when your muscles are fatigued from the exertion and you can’t swim any longer. It’s when the pressure of being under for so long attempts to collapse your lungs. It’s when you’re tempted to stop breathing not because you can’t anymore, but because you’ve forgotten which way is up and which way is down, and you’re scared you’ll never be able to find the surface again. It’s the split second decision you make when you’re caught between light and dark. It’s the moment you’re about to give in to the darkness and look up one last time and realize, you’re moving. You rack your brains and think how? How is this possible when my body can move itself no longer? It’s that breathtaking, beautiful, brilliant moment that you realize your hope, the reason for the air in your lungs, is floating you upwards. It’s fighting for you, and bringing you closer and closer to the sky. It’s in that split second that your strength is renewed once more, and you begin to soar on the wings of eagles.
Alexis BrePublished about a month ago in PoetsFifth Dimension
Daydream into your inner imagination Your world is your realm Guided forward by peace Safe within your sleep Your heart is set free
A Poetic Struggle
Sometimes the urge to write fades away Today is one of those days, When you don’t feel like Composing anything or writing anything.
Gargie S AnandPublished about a month ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
The Naked Truth
My thoughts are bare I can’t help but stare at their beauty Their perfect golden hue Leaves nothing to the imagination
Jennifer DavidPublished about a month ago in Poets A Vibrant Stream of Strength
In the crucible of life, where challenges breed, Strength emerges, a resilient seed. Rooted in courage, in trials refined,
Mason DarniellePublished about a month ago in PoetsOur First Greet
COVID-19 took away my loved ones. But it welcomes our family's firstborn. Everyone’s identity had adapted. My mom became a grandma.
Echoes of Gratitude
In the quiet moments of reflection, Where gratitude finds its gentle inception, There lies a sentiment, pure and true,
Celestial Reverie: Odes to the Everchanging Sky
In the vast expanse where dreams take flight, The canvas of blue stretches, infinite and bright. Above the world, where birds and clouds roam free,